She seemed to be brightening, the cool of the evening and being free from crowding of the ship seeming to do wonders. Jack wiped his wand out of his pocket and transfigured a champagne class into a stool, so she could sit if she felt the need. The night was a calm on the black lake but there was still a discernible rocking of the ship — back and forth on its axis in time with the waves across the lake.

'Very understandable Miss Cardew' he acknowledged with what he hoped a gracious and understanding smile. She wouldn't be the first quid ditch player with a quirk like that. Jack turned his back on the railings and the dark water below, 'there was a lad in Hogwarts with me who couldn't be up in the owlry tower because it made him sick to be that high,' he quirked his head and gave he an understanding look, 'but he was the best damn beater our team ever had.' he explained.

He realised he had just sworn in front of a young lady, 'I'm so sorry miss, excuse my rougher manners.' Quid ditch players received some allowances for rough behaviour, but he was the captain, and she was the sponsors sister — there were higher expectations.